[a/n: Wow, this is turning into quite a story. Again, sorry for delay.
Writer's block sucks.]
Disclaimer: [I am stupid enough to forget that you need one for every chapter, so this accounts for the chapters I missed as well as this one] I own nothing but the plot and dialogue and Brooke.
Brooke's mouth hung open wide. But it was nothing compared to the look on Ron's face. More angry than surprised, there was a pink tinge to his ears, always a danger sign. His eyes were getting that blaze...not a good sign.
Harry, on the other hand, was, well, in shock. Malfoy? Fancying Brooke? But he...didn't he only fancy Slytherins? Or pure-bloods? Well, Brooke was a pure- blood. Didn't he favor thoroughly nasty people, which Brooke certainly wasn't, like Pansy Parkinson? No wonder she hated Brooke all of a sudden...calling her a Mudblood when she wasn't, looking at her as if she was dung. Made sense now.
"He can't like you!" Ron's voice was ragged with anger.
"Malfoy?"
"The stupid scumbag."
"As in Draco?"
"The arrogant git."
"The blonde one?"
"The rich idiot!"
"Oh, god."
"That's what he thinks he is."
"And that's why—"
"He needs to go die in a hole."
"That's why Pansy's probably been real horrible to you lately, Brooke," said Harry, sensing that Ron shouldn't talk anymore.
"Do you realize he sent you those?"
"Sent me what?"
"The chocolates! The truffles, the Honeydukes bars, even the Never-Ending Chocolate Box! It's all his!"
"So?"
"It's tainted! It's got Malfoy's...his...his.."
"His..."
"I don't know, his germs or something!"
"If it was him who sent it, his germs would have gone off a long time ago."
"Or they would have doubled!" "Oh, come one—"
"Or he could have poisoned it!"
"Poisoned it? I doubt it."
"Come on, Ron, be reasonable!" Harry interjected again, this time more forcefully. Ron was on a rampage.
"No seriously!" He turned to Brooke. "You don't know what he's capable of, do you? He thinks he's better than everyone else because he's I don't know, big-nosed? And he thinks his dad having money makes him this big star or something, and that he can hex anyone he bloody hell wants, and he thinks he can just waltz himself through Potions and stuff, and he shouldn't be sending you this stuff!"
"Why not? If he likes me he wouldn't poison it, Ron!" She was going to reach for more chocolate, but Harry shook his head behind Ron, and she refrained.
"But he shouldn't like you in the first place!"
"And why not?" She was beginning to get defensive. Harry didn't like where this was going. It sounded as if Ron was about to...
"Because I like you!"
And Harry was right, once again.
"Why did I do it, Harry?"
"I don't know, Ron."
"I mean, am I that stupid?"
"Honest mistake."
"Did you see the look on her face?"
"Yes, Ron."
The conversation had been going this way for the last hour, always coming back to this loop. It was like a bad radio station, playing the same songs every hour. Harry was tired of convincing his friend that Brooke didn't look horrified, that she didn't run away in terror, but Ron would not let up.
"Oh god, what if she never talks to me again, Harry?"
"She's not like that."
"What if she is?"
"She's not, Ron."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Ron."
"Positive?"
"Ron!"
"What's all the yelling about?" A bushy-haired someone flopped onto the armchair next to Harry's, and stared inquisitively at them.
"Ron told Brooke."
"What?"
"Yep," said Ron. He sunk down in the chair, his hair trying desperately to blend with the armchair itself.
"Oh, god, Ron, what did she say?"
Ron scowled.....
A/N: Sorry for the long time between chapters. Life, love, and writer's block all came to visit. Next chapter will be up soon, for my spring break is coming up, therefore more time to write. R&R&R –read and review and recommend-
Disclaimer: [I am stupid enough to forget that you need one for every chapter, so this accounts for the chapters I missed as well as this one] I own nothing but the plot and dialogue and Brooke.
Brooke's mouth hung open wide. But it was nothing compared to the look on Ron's face. More angry than surprised, there was a pink tinge to his ears, always a danger sign. His eyes were getting that blaze...not a good sign.
Harry, on the other hand, was, well, in shock. Malfoy? Fancying Brooke? But he...didn't he only fancy Slytherins? Or pure-bloods? Well, Brooke was a pure- blood. Didn't he favor thoroughly nasty people, which Brooke certainly wasn't, like Pansy Parkinson? No wonder she hated Brooke all of a sudden...calling her a Mudblood when she wasn't, looking at her as if she was dung. Made sense now.
"He can't like you!" Ron's voice was ragged with anger.
"Malfoy?"
"The stupid scumbag."
"As in Draco?"
"The arrogant git."
"The blonde one?"
"The rich idiot!"
"Oh, god."
"That's what he thinks he is."
"And that's why—"
"He needs to go die in a hole."
"That's why Pansy's probably been real horrible to you lately, Brooke," said Harry, sensing that Ron shouldn't talk anymore.
"Do you realize he sent you those?"
"Sent me what?"
"The chocolates! The truffles, the Honeydukes bars, even the Never-Ending Chocolate Box! It's all his!"
"So?"
"It's tainted! It's got Malfoy's...his...his.."
"His..."
"I don't know, his germs or something!"
"If it was him who sent it, his germs would have gone off a long time ago."
"Or they would have doubled!" "Oh, come one—"
"Or he could have poisoned it!"
"Poisoned it? I doubt it."
"Come on, Ron, be reasonable!" Harry interjected again, this time more forcefully. Ron was on a rampage.
"No seriously!" He turned to Brooke. "You don't know what he's capable of, do you? He thinks he's better than everyone else because he's I don't know, big-nosed? And he thinks his dad having money makes him this big star or something, and that he can hex anyone he bloody hell wants, and he thinks he can just waltz himself through Potions and stuff, and he shouldn't be sending you this stuff!"
"Why not? If he likes me he wouldn't poison it, Ron!" She was going to reach for more chocolate, but Harry shook his head behind Ron, and she refrained.
"But he shouldn't like you in the first place!"
"And why not?" She was beginning to get defensive. Harry didn't like where this was going. It sounded as if Ron was about to...
"Because I like you!"
And Harry was right, once again.
"Why did I do it, Harry?"
"I don't know, Ron."
"I mean, am I that stupid?"
"Honest mistake."
"Did you see the look on her face?"
"Yes, Ron."
The conversation had been going this way for the last hour, always coming back to this loop. It was like a bad radio station, playing the same songs every hour. Harry was tired of convincing his friend that Brooke didn't look horrified, that she didn't run away in terror, but Ron would not let up.
"Oh god, what if she never talks to me again, Harry?"
"She's not like that."
"What if she is?"
"She's not, Ron."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Ron."
"Positive?"
"Ron!"
"What's all the yelling about?" A bushy-haired someone flopped onto the armchair next to Harry's, and stared inquisitively at them.
"Ron told Brooke."
"What?"
"Yep," said Ron. He sunk down in the chair, his hair trying desperately to blend with the armchair itself.
"Oh, god, Ron, what did she say?"
Ron scowled.....
A/N: Sorry for the long time between chapters. Life, love, and writer's block all came to visit. Next chapter will be up soon, for my spring break is coming up, therefore more time to write. R&R&R –read and review and recommend-